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Who: Mirai and Miyume
Where: Dorms then out to Kobe
When: Thursday, April 20th
What: Dinner and a movie.

Miyume headed out of the dorm about fifteen minutes early, thinking that it'd be a good chance to get some fresh air and perhaps collect her thoughts before meeting with Mirai for another date. She sat down on a bench outside, fingering the edges of the scarf he'd given her earlier that week. It felt a tad chilly to her tonight but whether that was the weather or simply her had yet to be seen.

Part of her wondered at the wisdom of breaking curfew twice in one week. They still had a couple of hours but if this date was anything like the last one, the guards would have to let them in at the gate again. It certainly wouldn't do much for her reputation or her permanent record but Miyume found that she simply didn't care enough to stop. Student life away from home was stressful, far more stressful than her new acquaintances could guess, even more so with recent development. Mirai offered her pleasant company, space to explore and be herself in, and a promise of a good time. Miyume wasn't so short-sighted she couldn't see the path he was leading her down or that others would condemn it without understanding him, her, or what they wanted to accomplish.

Besides, childish and selfish as it may have been, Miyume liked having secrets. Things that belonged to her alone, things no one but her could see and touch. As a little girl, it had been imaginary friends and hidden treasure troves of little trinkets she'd collected from around the house. This one was simply more daring, thrilling, and rebellious and the ones she usually kept. For once, she felt like she actually had a life she could call her own. It felt good.

Miyume checked the time on her phone. Just a few more minutes to wait. She smoothed the skirt of her simple black sheath dress, one of her own this time. Her make-up was more or less the same as it had been on their last date, though applied with a little more skill and confidence now. She'd left her hair down this time, strands of it fluttering a bit in the evening breeze that picked up.

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Miyume jumped when someone covered her ears. She hadn't heard anyone approaching. She relaxed though as soon as she recognized the presence, smiling softly when Mirai kissed the back of her head. The arms draped around her shoulders were growing increasingly comfortable and she leaned into the embrace, somewhat amused that he'd chosen to play with her hair just at the edge of her bodice.

"Hello," she murmured happily and turned her head to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

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Mirai's head snapped backward. With a smile. With the sort of smile a sneaky kitten might make if it had a deviousness it would never grew out of - and a tip of the head as his eyes shone with curiosity. His fingers, however, seemed to follow his earlier attitude. They untangled from her hair gently, traced up her arms, over her shoulders, and then tried to dig under her scarf to rest crossed over her breastbone.

He smiled. "Well then, just what are you doing out here? Anybody could find you. Are you waiting for someone?"

"I was. But I believe I may have found him. Or rather he's found me. It's hard to remember the order of these things sometimes," Miyume purred back, seemingly unaware of how Mirai had pulled back aside from a slight tensing of her shoulders.

She chuckled at him trying to get under her scarf, reaching up to loosen it so he could rest his hands there more comfortably.

"Are you ready to go?" she asked kindly, making no effort to move whatsoever.

But her shoulders tensing made no difference to Mirai, who simply brought his hands back to work away her stress. It was not that he didn't like her - he was fond of everyone he focused on - but there was no way this would last. And the thought of that made him quiet with a deep thought.

"... Yeah. You want another cab again, right?"

He stood rather quietly behind the bench, massaging. It amused him to hear that somebody thought of him that highly. He pointed his thumbs into the back of her shoulders, where they circled. He didn't want her saying anything else.

Something was definitely wrong. Miyume didn't know how she knew it, just that she did. The massage felt nice and on a physical level, her body was beginning to relax. But it wasn't enough to dispel the troubled shadow of doubt that had begun to cloud her mind.

Miyume had known the high couldn't last forever but she'd hoped it would go on just a little longer. That they would have a little more time before reality and all its harsh disappointments and sorrows came crashing back down on them. But she supposed it was only natural when it came to passion. It could flare with such violent intensity it threatened to destroy the heart of the one that held it. Or it could dwell quietly in the shadows, in the deep, waiting for a time to break free.

It took her a moment to realize that she'd fallen completely silent. She offered a small, if slightly wary smile.

"Another cab would be great. Did you make reservations? Or are we still deciding on that?"

"I already did that, never fear. I reserved this morning," he said.

He was standing behind the bench looking contented and feeling befuddled. He had warmed to her so much and allowed himself to be swept along - so that he could get off on that and forget who he was. His hands on her shoulders stopped, promising no more massage and hanging on to her as if he was desperate to stay on this heavenly cloud.

His head tilted then, and he took a downwards peek. The ground was at his feet. There was no sign of a change to who he was and certainly no change in his circumstances. But, he realised, turning his eyes back to her, he could certainly get something more out of this before he came back to earth.

At which he turned and asked, "Shall we go?"

It was the sign she'd been waiting for.

Miyume relaxed, all the tension seeming to flow out of her. It wasn't quite the same harmony she'd felt between them before but it was close enough for her to deem it safe enough to proceed. Acting on some sort of inner impulse she couldn't quite understand, Miyume turned on the bench so she could give Mirai a rather awkward one armed hug around the waist. Then she let go, faced forward, and stood up.

"Sure. Let's go."